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[Oct. 4th, 2008|21:50 ] |
Fiyero liked to think that he was taking this place in stride, all things considered. His son was here and considerably older than he remembered the boy being. Furthermore, he had apparently been raised by some sort of Wizard and ... he didn't know how well that sat with him, but Liir had seemed nice enough.
Still, he'd delayed coming downstairs for a day or so before his hunger got the best of him.
That was the reason he was now sitting at the bar, quietly eating a sandwich and a bowl of soup and mostly keeping to himself.
But we all know that you can't be by yourself at the bar for too long. |
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